#make your wifi faster

[hackeocafe]

The Wi-Fi Multi-Tool You Need

Wow! The WLAN Pi R4 is such a useful tool for wireless networking! It basically does everything you'd want it to do. In this video, I go over most of the features of WLAN Pi R4 and the WLAN Pi OS so that you can have a complete picture of this device's capabilities. Let's do it!

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

So Rachel was running a bunch of prostitutes.

Probably out of a strip club

But Rachel wasn't really running herself.

Something like that. For me, the explanation is good enough for government work.

[tgirlwithreverb]

I saw that post about what to do if you're homeless again (the one that starts by telling you to spend all of your money on motel rooms lmao) anyway, here's a few thoughts, specifically for trans girls, cuz I don't really care otherwise tbh:

1) plan ahead, most trans girls are in precarious housing situations, you will have a much easier time when it falls apart if you already have a pack with most of the gear you need in it. Also, if you find yourself in a situation where you cant make rent, dont pay part of it, spend that money on gear, pocket the rest and leave, youll have a much nicer time. Look up your local eviction laws, you have plenty of time. (Gear list at the end)

2) travel! If you're in Arizona in May, leave. it's about to be hot as hell. If you're in Michigan in October, leave. It's about to be cold as hell. If you're in a big city, leave. It's way easier to be homeless pretty much anywhere else. Amtrak is cheaper and more comfortable than greyhound, hitchhiking is free and easy, if you're alone it's not that much slower than the previous two, and it's more fun, and sometimes people buy you food or whatever or give you money. I promise it's not scary and you're entirely capable of doing it, no matter who you are. 95+% of people who will pick you up are very nice. All you have to do is take the bus out of town, as far down the highway you can, to an exit with a truck stop if possible, then just stand on the side of the road with your thumb out until someone picks you up. You can stand at the bottom of the ramp(on the highway) near where the merge lane ends or at the top of the ramp(where there's usually a traffic light), the former is more likely to lead to cop interactions but will maybe get you a ride faster, check on hitchwiki for how the cops are in the area. don't be afraid to take a commuter bus or Amtrak to get out of a shitty cop area

3) skip shelters if you can (they are very occasionally a decent place to get stuff from) and encampments, good places to sleep include the trees near railroad tracks or highways, wooded areas behind shopping centers, sections of parks without paths, overgrown empty lots. Hang a tarp above you if there's an appreciable chance of rain, there's tons of YouTube tutorials on how to do this, maybe I'll make a post about what I usually do some day. There are many habits more fun than motel rooms, save your money for them lmao.

4) get on food stamps. This is easier in some places than others, but it makes the whole thing a lot easier. Just tell them you're homeless, if they don't give you a card the same day, you can probably ask to pick it up from that office, alternatively some drop in centers/day shelters can receive mail for you, or you can have it sent to general delivery(USPS service, look it up)

7) libraries are great for charging your phone and using wifi, but also keep an eye out, plenty of random outlets on the outsides of buildings are also powered

5) dumpster. sidewalk trash cans, Aldi, Einstein's, trader Joe's, pizza places, etc. You need to develop a bit of a sense for it but it's an easy way to get cooked food or travelling food or expensive food without spending resources. Also it's fun.

6) water is free, go into the bathroom of any gas station or grocery store in America(offer not valid in most big cities or on the west coast, but in that case just go to the library) and fill up your water bottle

8) hygiene notes: truckers get free showers from chain truck stops(loves, pilot/flying j) go there and ask them. convenient if you're hitchhiking, also you don't need to shower 3 times a day, really, you'll survive. Ditto with deodorant. Take care of your teeth though. Take your socks off every. day. Change them consistently. Safety razors give a good shave, work well without adequate water pressure, and the replacement blades are very stealable, they're kind of heavy though. Walmart makes these electric razors for women that take AA batteries and are pretty light but give a worse shave, also they kinda go through batteries, pick whatever works for you(cartridge razors suck)

9) traveling food notes: peanut butter is great, tortillas and bagels travel pretty well, tuna packets are pretty good protein for traveling(the ones with rice and beans or whatever are nice since theyre often the same price as the regular), condiment packets are free, hot sauce makes everything better, and mayo goes well with tuna and has a bunch of calories in it, salad dressing packets are free from truck stops and work well turning the Walmart shredded vegetable packages (labeled for making into slaw, next to the bagged salads) into a salad with real vegetables(not iceberg lettuce) in it or mixing in with tuna packets for even more calories than mayo

Gear world:

Necessary items(in order of importance): a gallon of water carrying capacity(an Arizona jug or other twist top jug is conventional, but a bladder+arizona bottles also works), a tarp(larger than 6'x9', not brightly colored), a hank of parachord, a sleeping bag (20° rated, synthetic insulation), a backpack with a padded hip belt(at least 50L, no more than 75), rain gear(a rain poncho might cover your pack too, a rain jacket can help with wind when its cold, a trash bag inside or outside your pack can keep it dry, a plan to watch the weather and not get caught also works), a z-fold foam sleeping pad, three pairs of socks, two pairs of underwear (at least one pair of boxer breifs strongly recommended if you arent incredibly skinny), a decent pair of shoes with good arch support, a functional jacket(skip if you got a rain jacket before), a base layer(wool or poly, absolutely no cotton)

Convenient items: a sleeping bag liner(cotton free, keeps you warm in winter and cool in summer), gallon zip locks to pack your stuff in(helps keep it dry and organized), no more than one change of clothes(as light as possible), a multi-tool(can opener, pliers, wire cutter), lighter(burning rope ends etc), spoon, floss and needles for patching

[nanivinsmoke]

gamer!choso who spends almost everyday at your place playing games. staying up all night while you live-streamed in your room, playing with yourself to the sounds of his voice; cumming when he wins in match.

gamer!choso who looks like he has a big dick, one you fantasize about every night. wondering how would it be to have him inside of you. how he would make you cum repeatedly on his cock, babbling incoherent words when you do.

gamer!choso who’s surprised at your request, but he always knew what was going on in your room; agreed to it. he used the game to distract him from your moans, because if he didn’t his pants would be soiled with his cum daily

gamer!choso who was a little nervous to have sex in front of a camera with people watching, but he had been waiting for this moment to feel all of you.

gamer!choso who can practically rip a hole through his pants the way his cock stood straight up, while he massaged your plump ass with warming oils. you laid on your stomach, talking to your followers on your laptop. you came across a comment from one of them, saying you should prank choso and you liked the idea. you were gonna piss him off and see how that ends for you.

“i know his party be mad as hell when he joins the call. everytime he does, they lose. I don’t even know why he bothers to get on.”

- reinerswhore: no way, he’s gonna be so pissed off.

- tojiscumslut: oh im going to be so jealous when he fucks the shit out of you.

- mochakitty: look he looks pissed off already. say something else!

“sometimes I’ll cut the wifi off with my phone, just to hear him rage” you giggle, glancing at him through your camera feed.

gamer!choso who’s listening to every word you said, feeling himself get upset—decided on how he was going to punish you.

“if he doesn’t know how to play a game, he certainly wouldn’t be able to find your clit”

gamer!choso who decides to punish you with a hard smack to your ass, repeatedly; making you yelp out. he doesn’t even let you adjust to the stinging sensation, with each smack being more painful than the last.

gamer!choso who tears your pink panties to shreds, ordering for you to arch your ass up in the air; before he began to devour your pussy. you couldn’t help the moans that escaped your lips while he devoured your sloppy wet cunt. you tried your best to muffle your moans, but there was no use. he was going to make you cum all over his face.

gamer!choso who has you begging for him to let you cum, but he ignored your pleas. he pulls his pants and boxers down and prods his stiff boner at your entrance—before pushing his thick inches inside of you.

gamer!choso who doesn’t let you adjust to his size begins to pound your cunt silly. your eyes were crossed and your face was pressed into your pillow, as you took him like a good girl. he was so deep inside of you, stretching your gummy walls so he could mold it just for his cock.

“fuck! this is all your good for. being my little cock whore. g’na let me breed you? pump this cunt full of my babies?”

you nod frantically, reaching underneath to rub your pretty little clit—squealing as you came all over his fat dick. his strokes didn’t stop as you came, they became harder and faster; milking your pussy for all it’s worth.

gamer!choso who cums bucket loads inside of you. his thick load warms and fills your tummy up completely, making you cum second time from the sensation.

gamer!choso who tells you to end your stream so he could breed your pussy some more.

[ajortga]

comfort person

pairing: sam carpenter x female reader

summary: sammy spends time with you after a long day, giving you all the love money can't buy.

word count: 1.7k+

a/n: first sam fic, just had this idea and plan on writing more of her later on. more jenna fics will be out soon:). thank you for 600 followers<3

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Sam is greeted with the sight of your figure waddling to her after school, her hands making way to her helmet that protects her head. As she takes it off and feels the cool breeze flow through her hair, she her heart strings tug when your smile widens and you walk faster to her.

“Hi, baby,” she says, kissing your forehead gently while playing with your hair. Her arms wrap around you as soon as she places her helmet against the seating of her motorcycle.

Immediately you cling onto her, burying your face into her chest because that’s the only place your head can reach. Her scent invades your senses, sweet and slightly musky from her leather jacket.

Sam peppers kisses against your hair, stroking it softly. It warms her heart (that’s meant to be tough) seeing your slightly grumpy façade melt as soon as her protective arms wrap around you. But, could you not say the same for her? Seeing the way your girlfriend’s eyes soften like ice cream on a hot summer day. Sam isn’t the closed off person that your best friends see, not your Sammy.

She’s the sweetest, making you melt into her arms whenever you have a bad day, cuddles and kisses at night, soothing tummy rubs for bad stomach aches. 

“Hi, Sammy.” You look up at her, eyes a little tired with her arms snug around your waist as she brushes a strand away from your face, studying you.

She softly smiles at you, rubbing your cheek. “Tired?” She asks, a little worried.

You nod, “Just a little. Too many tests.”

“That’s not good,” the taller girl says, voice etched with concern. “You were up studying.” She pauses for a moment, before lifting you on the motorcycle seat, behind her. “What about this? I’ll make you feel better, are you willing to go somewhere or do you want to stay home? I have a surprise.”

You murmur incoherently against her chest, a few muffled words before saying, “Mm willing to go somewhere.”

Sam kisses your forehead, “Okay, hold onto me. When we get home I’ll give you all the cuddles in the world, cook you dinner, and turn on your favorite movie. It’s Friday anyway.”

Your girlfriend turns around and places her helmet on your head, making sure that you’re safe and comfortable before taking off, a soft vroom sounding.

You drive through the buildings and city of Woodsboro, people spilling coffee, apartments into view, parties beginning to happen as you cling onto Sam’s waist.

A turn here, brake here, vroom there. Your eyes close, nuzzling into Sam’s back. It’s not long before you two come to a stop when you open your eyes. 

“Build-A-Bear?” you question, looking at your girlfriend who is grinning at you.

“You know I can’t ignore the way you keep checking on my phone if that Pochacco plush is sold out, right? My whole search history is, “Pochacco plush build a bear” or “Is Pochacco still at Build-A-Bear stores?” Don’t even get me started with, “Why is Pochacco build-a-bear stuffed animal so expensive on eBay?” So we’re going to find that stuffed animal.” Sam scrunches her nose, seeing the way you embarrassingly smile.

For some reason, Sam’s internet on her phone works better than yours, so you catch yourself desperate to see if your Build-A-Bear plush you wanted is still out of stock online.

She ties the helmet on your head against the handles of her motorcycle, extending her hand for you to hold.

You take it as you both walk into the store. “I don’t understand how your phone works faster than mine, Sammy. You barely use it!” 

Sam rolls her eyes, “Not my fault that the wifi just favorites me, mi vida. Come on, we’re gonna get you that plushie.”

Your arm clings onto hers as you place your head on her shoulder, a way for you to show your affection. It’s always sweet to Sam, seeing your clinginess whenever you’re with her. You're skipping with her, teeth shown in a toothy, happy smile.

She doesn’t understand how you do it, she’s supposed to be closed-off to everyone except for Tara. Her sister even has to tease her for it because she finds herself buying flowers for you and making a Spotify playlist for you. “It’s cute, Sam.” Tara assures her, pinching her shoulder.

Sam holds the door for you, in which you immediately cling back onto her. Cool breeze surrounded you both from the AC, the comfy atmosphere of stuffed animals and outfits. You drag her to the Sanrio section where Pochaccos were waiting for you.

Before she could even speak, you turned to her, holding an unstuffed Pochacco while wearing puppy eyes. A smile cracks onto her face as she pulls you into her chest, “Is that all you want? Shouldn’t we get him some clothes so he isn’t.. You know, unclothed?”

“Naked,” you correct, looking up when she rolls her eyes and nods. “Yes, naked. Do you have to make me say it?”

You sniff, “Yes, I do actually. Okay, help me choose the clothes, Sammy!”

As you two hold on to each other while looking at the colorful clothing, she gently circles her thumb against your palm. She reluctantly agrees when you ask her to have her speak for the voice box. You didn’t want to sleep without hearing her. But sometimes, she had to work late, and this was a cute option.

Sam goes through the clothes, pulling out a purple bikini, “What about this one?”

You stare at it, before bursting out into a laugh. “Sammy, Pochacco is a boy! He can’t wear a bikini!”

“Oh yeah? Says who, Y/N? This is a free country!” She argues while your head is buried into her chest, the scent of musk from her leather jacket filling your senses.

“Yes it’s a free country! But I was wanting Pochacco to wear something that fit his personality!”

She sighs, relenting as she puts away the bikini. “I thought our Pochacco would look very fashionable wearing a purple bikini. Oh!” She pulls out a flying ace outfit, with pilot goggles and a fluffy brown bomber jacket. “This one?”

Sam knows she made the right choice as you give her a toothy grin. A grin that makes her smile too. “Okay! Yay! That one.” You watch when she helps you carry the outfits and your bags. 

“How about we get him some overalls too? He can’t always go out wearing the same outfit, can he?”

“I guess not,” you sigh dramatically, “Overalls would be very cute.”

You two dig through the outfits before being able to find the jean overalls. “I have another idea for an outfit we should get.” 

Your girlfriend turns to you while grabbing a pair of tiny overalls, “Oh?” She tilts her head, “What would that be, mi vida?”

The tall brunette feels your hands untangle from hers before you run away, coming back 10 seconds later with your nose scrunched, holding a familiar purple bikini. Her eyes gleam, grinning at you. “Told you, fashionable.”

You roll your eyes.

~

By the time you two are about to checkout, you both are holding a lot of outfits. (Sam insisted as she got your stuffy shoes, hats, scarfs, hell, even a dress.) It made your cheeks burn as you had to look away from her to not let a smile break throughout your face when she was looking for a “I love Sam” or “I love Y/N” shirt. Unfortunately, she had to resort to a “I love you” shirt instead. 

Your forehead is peppered with kisses when you both are in line. You let the sweetness of Sam comfort you as you nuzzle her, burying your body against her.

“Talk about a cute couple,” the two girls say behind you, jealousy and admiration in their tone. 

You two get to a register as Sam pays. Next thing you know, the Pochacco is taken out of your hand to be stuffed. A soft whirring sound buzzes from the stuffing station, fuzz flying in the large container with a bear to decorate on top. You shiver from the AC that is starting to get a little too chilly.

Sam smiles down at you, her fingers threading through your hair. They begin to stuff your Pochacco, his body starting to inflate until it looks like a cute puppy. 

“All done!” The worker says, handing the puppy to you with a sweet smile. 

The cute face stares back at you as you hug him tight, a soft song playing when you squeeze him.

“I’ll get the custom voice box tonight, promise.” Sam says, draping her leather jacket over you, catching the way you begin to feel cold. 

“I love you,” you whisper, letting her kiss you softly. You hold Pochacco up for her to hold, the leather sleeves slightly oversized. You two leave the store and sit against a chair together.

He’s cute, Sam thinks, squishing him gently as you two begin to dress him. You start him with some overalls, black converse, and a heart headband. She notices how you look so happy. It makes her heart squeeze. 

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you some cinnamon rolls, okay? Then we can cuddle up and watch a movie when we get home.” Your arm links with hers as you both head back to the motorcycle, Sam making sure to stay on the side with the cars on them as you two walk.

The rest of the day, you spend time cuddling in bed with a fluffy blanket wrapped around you two. You don't let your stuffed animal go whatsoever. (Sam doesn't want to admit that you brought an extra chair to make the fluffy creature sit at dinner.)

"An extra meatball for him," You point at Pochacco as she sighs, pouring some spaghetti on a small plate.

-

Whenever Sam comes home late, she's greeted with the sight of you, hugging the plushie and squeezing the voice box like you'll die if you don't hear her.

"Hi, sweetheart. Just wanted to let you know that I love you and miss you. Hold tight, I'm always thinking about you and will give you so many cuddles when I get home, okay? I love you mi vida."

You sniff, burying your face into the plushie as you keep squeezing the arm, a different lullaby of Sam playing every time.

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 15: Let's Talk About That

Word Count: 1000

Rating: T

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

CW: Langauge

Summary: Modern AU - Corroded Coffin hosts a live stream and fans notice you walk through the background

@corrodedcoffinfest

“Nooooo,” you whine, fingers digging into Eddie’s t-shirt to try and pull him closer to you. 

“Babe, I have to,” Eddie says through a laugh. But he does give you one last quick kiss. “I’ll come back when the live stream is over, okay?”

“Fine,” you sigh. “I’ll just be waiting here. On your bed. All alone.”

Eddie chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. You playfully tug on one of the strands of hair framing his face since the rest is tucked up in a bun.

“You could get something to eat and read the script for the movie your agent got you an audition for.”

“As long as you promise to come back with cuddles and kisses,” you say with a pout.

“Always.” He presses one last kiss to the side of your head before walking toward the door. “We’ll be in the garage.”

“Have fun.”

Eddie joins the rest of the band in the garage, which half of has been made into a studio. Jeff’s leaning on a desk, tapping at his phone when Eddie hears him groan.

“What’s up?” Eddie asks.

“I can’t get this damn thing to work. Keeps saying it can’t load Instagram. Is the site just down?” Jeff looks over his shoulder at the guys.

“Here, lemme see it,” Gareth says, holding his hand out. Jeff gives it over and the youngest member of the band starts trying to get the app to work. “I think it’s just the WiFi in the garage. It’s shitty in here some days.”

“Where else should we do it?” Jeff asks, pushing himself out of the chair.

“Kitchen?” Frank offers. “We can sit on the barstools at the counter.”

“Excellent idea, my friend,” Eddie says, nodding his head in Frank’s direction. 

Jeff grabs the tripod and the four guys head back into the house. 

Eddie pops the phone into the holder and switches the ring light on.

“Okay, let’s go,” Jeff says as he slips onto one of the stools. “We said we’d start this stream at two and we’re cutting it close.”

The rest of the guys pull their seats in as close as possible while Jeff pulls up Corroded Coffin’s Instagram page and starts up a live video.

“Hey!” Jeff greets. “We’re here.”

“After a few issues,” Gareth adds.

“There’s only one week left before our new album drops,” Jeff continues. “Anyone pre-order it yet?”

A stream of comments starts pouring in faster than any of the guys can read them.

“Whoa, seems like a lot of you have,” Eddie says as he scans them quickly. 

“Oh my God,” Gareth says with a laugh. He points to a comment, but it goes too fast before the others can see it. “Someone said, ‘Eddie’s bun is giving sexy librarian.’”

All eyes turn to Eddie and, instantly, all four friends crack up. 

“Holy shit, I’d hate to go to that library,” Frank says as the laughter only gets louder.

The guys are making too much noise to hear Eddie’s bedroom door open, but the sound of their laughter instantly makes you smile as you walk to the bathroom at the other end of the hall. 

“Oh, that was good,” Gareth says, wiping beneath his eyes to get rid of tears that overflowed. 

“Okay,” Jeff says as he catches his breath. “Any questions about the album now?”

His eyes look down to where the messages come in at a mile a minute, but it seems like none of them are talking about the album anymore. Or Eddie’s hair. Now they’re talking about a certain actress they saw walk by in the background of the video.

Was that her?!

Omg what is she doing there

AHHH IS SHE DATING ONE OF THEM?!?!

Eddie feels his muscles tighten as he sees the comments going by. He likes to keep his personal life private. This is no one’s fault though; he told you they were going to be in the garage, not in the house. And what, were you not allowed to go to the bathroom in your boyfriend’s home? No, this was just all one big accident that is now going to lead to speculation and rumors. 

“Oh, uh, good question,” Gareth says when one about the album pops up. All four guys have had enough PR training to know they don’t acknowledge the unexpected topic. “We wrote most of these songs for the album, yes, but some are songs that we wrote years ago that just haven’t been released yet.”

Once the live stream ends, Eddie heads back into his room where you’re lounging on his bed, on your phone. 

You let it fall to your chest when you see your boyfriend and open your arms for him. 

Without a moment’s hesitation, Eddie’s laying down beside you, the two of you wrapped up in one another’s arms. 

“How was the stream?” 

Your boyfriend chuckles and drops his forehead against yours. 

“I can probably find it on the internet already…” He picks your phone up and opens google. A search for news about Corroded Coffin yields the expected result. Eddie chuckles and turns the phone so you can see. “Here.”

Corroded Coffin Star Dating Award Winning Actress? But Which Band Member Is It?!

Your jaw drops and your eyes widen as you click on the article. It’s not long before your eyes catch, “…was seen walking in the background of their latest live stream…”

“Oh my God! No! Eddie, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize that—”

“It’s okay, baby.” Eddie’s grinning as he hugs you even tighter against him. “Honestly, I’m curious for the articles to come out, guessing which one of us you’re with.”

“There’s going to be ones saying I’m dating all of you at the same time, aren't there?” 

Eddie laughs and presses his lips to your forehead.

“Probably. But you’re stuck with me, baby. The sexy librarian and the sexy actress.”

You stare at Eddie, laughter slowly creeping in on your utter confusion.

“What?!”

[ynsvnte]

Camp love ? — Park Jongseong

pairing: bf!!jay x fem!reader

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, camping au

word count: 910

warnings: kissing, hugging, pet names, lots of questions.

Synopsis: You managed to convince your longtime friend, Jay, to join you this summer as a camp counselor. Hoping to spend sometime together. Not knowing some unknown feelings would be revealed that night after a long day of activities.

Masterlist

You stare right ahead of you enjoying the view of the campfire ahead. Having begged your friend to join you in this summer camp and take a job up along with you. Jay grumbles as tries to swat away and bug on him..

“Should have never agreed” he says groaning, you can’t help but laugh.

“I mean you can’t resist good charms” you winked at him teasingly.. “yes I can actually” he defends himself. You nodded your head totally believing him.

Having to take care of kids over your summer break has always been part of your plans, just not Jay’s. You basically grew up at this camp having to come here almost every summer growing up as you had nothing better to do then and even now. You like to come here now, as you can finally help around and look after children. Even if they get slightly annoying.

You lay back against your chair. Relaxing with the other “co-workers” you’d say. You can feel a pair of eyes on you and when you look around you notice one of the guys. Staring right at you. He winked at you causing you to slightly cringe. You returned an awkward smile at him before diverting your gaze back at the fire.

The popping sounds of the fire are covered by the voices. Being a camp counselor was exhausting to say the least. Yet, you still enjoyed helping around, especially with kids. You stretch a bit, before sitting upright.

“You know what…” you started off, lifting up your head to face jay right next you.. “yeah?” He raised a brow.. “what would you have been doing if you were not here?” You asked him, looking at him right in the eye.. He seemed to have taken a back from this question. “And why would you want to know that?” You sigh. “No reason just because.”

“I would most likely be home. With WiFi. No bugs.” He says. You just nodded your head, nothing special. “I’ll be right back you say” Getting up from your seat and walking away. Jay eyes follow your movement. Admiring you from afar wasn’t new to him. He could feel his heartbeat increase. He always loved you and always will. Even if you didn’t feel the same. Smiling to himself. He changes his focus back to the others hoping not to cause any suspicious behavior.

You walked into the main building and headed over to the drink section.. Today was a little chilly than usual. You make two hot chocolates for you and Jay. Hoping he’ll appreciate it. You quietly hum to yourself as you prepare the drinks. You had a thought in your mind. “Why did he agree?” You asked yourself this multiple times. You were so lost in your thoughts while waiting until you heard a voice speak behind you.

“What’s taking so long?” The voice spoke, causing you to turn around. And there he was. “Oh nothing, just making us a few drinks..” you say softly while smiling. “Why do you come here?” You said. “What do you mean.. like why I came here? I just wanted to check up on you..” he replies. “So you got worried..” you smirked a bit.

You chuckle a bit. “No not that.. Why do you agree to spend the summer with me? When you could be doing something completely different.. like you said indoors, WiFi, no bugs..” Jay's ears started to turn slightly red. “To spend more time.. like you side when convincing me to go” he rambles.. “I did convince you but you still had the choice to back down because I gave you time to.” Okay now Jay’s ears were fully red. “I’m just being a good friend..” You were so skeptical, you couldn’t believe any word that came out of his mouth right now.. “Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like the way your ears are red right now and that you are speaking a little faster than usual” you smiled at his reaction..

“You really wanna know huh?” Jay says getting a bit fed up with your questions. “What if I said I only agreed because I did want to spend more time with you.. and how much I like you.. but of course there has to be a stupid ban between counselors.” Your eyes widened.. he likes you.. Jay really likes you. “Wait.. you like me?” You asked.. still in shock. “Yes and I hoped this wasn’t the way I confessed to you..” he spoke. You could only giggle, making jay slightly nervous. You lean forward and kiss his nose, cheek and then a soft peck on his lips..

“I like you too.. always have” you take his hands into yours, intertwining them together and put it at your chest.. “and about that ban.. no one listens jay only someone like you.. would.. but we can keep that a secret..” you kiss him this time.. jay smiles kissing you back and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. Once you both pull away, jay pulls you into a hug.. enjoying this moment until a beep sound disturbs you both indicating the hot chocolates are done. You could only laugh at his reaction. You kiss his nose before turning around and grabbing the drinks.

“More hugging and kissing later for now let’s enjoy our drinks and head back..” you say as Jay leaves kisses on your neck..”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart”

Author’s note: I ate this one up at 2-3 am and now I’m like… 🦧UM ALSO inspired a bit from my book I’m reading rn just like the setting of it (Wildfire by Hannah Grace) I love this like okay I ate I fear 😔 (JKJK)

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[alexlwrites]

You ask and you shall receive!

Here's part 2 of "Yoongi never had a crush until you" from my notes app. I'm always open to more requests <3

(Check out part one here)

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....

Tonight was the night. Yoongi could feel it, from the tip of his long luscious hair to his weirdly long toe. There was something in the air - whispers of certainty and peace that could either be a sign that Jungkook had left the premises or that tonight was the night that Yoongi was finally going to gather all the courage within his tired body and ask you out!

Furthermore! - he shook his fist in front of his mirror, eyes slightly crazed with a decidive stance - you'd say yes!

From there, everything would fall into place, stars aligning and errors corrected. His shoes would fit better, the wifi faster, the coffee tastier. Everything improved by your presence in his life.

He just couldn't stand all this nervous, jittery energy anymore! It was all so unlike his cool, calm, collected persona and he didn't know how to deal with his sudden difficulties to form full coherent sentences when you showed up. He had to put a stop to it and act on his new and, to be honest, slightly concerning feelings.

You see, he was a man with a written plan! In the depths of his pockets, under seven layers of coffee shop receipts from 5 months ago and guitar picks he thought he had lost, there was a small piece of paper with his plan detailed step by step: first he would calm the fuck down (crucial). Then, check for sweaty hands, unknown food stains on his outfit and bad breath (Just in case!!!!). Then, present his five slide power point showcasing his feelings and finally - finally! - ask you out.

In case you'd say no, he had an extra slide with more appealing arguments (i'm rich, it said). Otherwise, he'd move to south america and live his life as Carlos, the potato farmer.

Of course, as Yoongi's life was never as simple as a power point presentation, all his plans were forgotten when you showed up in his studio dressed up in a way he'd never seen, skin tight dress clinging to your body in the way he wanted to, rendering him speechless and brain dead.

"Yoongi! Sorry for the late hour, I just had to drop these documents before I left and I rushed here because I have plans for the evening..."

Ask her out, his heart said, beating so loud he was surprised you didn't hear it. Ask her out, make her yours, rip this sinful devil sent dress into pieces. Fuck the power point, fuck your canva vision board, ask her out, ask her out, ask her out, ask her...

"Out" he spluttered at last and he swore his heart shattered at the hurt in your eyes.

"Oh, im sorry" you said, dropping the stack of papers on his coffee table, lips pouting and eyes saddened in a way that made yoongi want to choke on his own fucking wrist "I'll leave you be, mr. Min"

"No-nO! I DIDN'T MEAN..." but it was too late and youd already left.

BUGGER.

BUGGER IT ALL TO HELL!

(Part three)

[minxiiwrites]

🌸C'mere kitty kitty

I have no wifi today and instead of studying for midterms I'm doing this, tsktsk it's so hard being the best B))

: Idia x gn!reader

: Summary; Reader turns into a feline because of an alchemy class accident

: Contents; Fluff, no warnings

How did this happen? How did it come up to this? How did all of the events, actions, choices and consequences were all alined to this specific outcome? You didn't wanna know

The first time Idia sees you with feline features, he's understandably gonna freak out about it. Bombarding you with questions and tidbits of what happened to your body.

Are your ears and tail connected to your nervous system making you feel touch from them? Do you share the same habits and traits as another beastman would? If he theoretically made a point lazer and swirled it on the floor would you chase it?

You deadpanned at the last question.

If he saw your form in public (and by some miracle, not in his tablet but face to face) he would just bombard you with questions and that's it. He's not really confident enough to do anything else, hell, he was only able to approach you because his love for cats practically controlled his body faster than he could realize it

However, if you meet in the comfort of his room, then the situation is relatively similar. The big difference is that he would relatively sneak glances at you and your kitty cat features, observing and overanalyzing every little move you make. Even though he's technically all alone (with his crush o ma gaw) he's still a socially awkward loser. And plus, how does one even politely say that they wanna touch a literal body part of theirs without sounding like a creep

Once you give him your consent though, he may or may not abuse that privilege. Randomly petting your head, scratching behind your ears, poking at your tail, he's like a toddler.

Everytime he does he has this dopey genuine smile on his face, if you lean in to his touches he'll literally combust!! Hair tips turning pink as he clammers and coos at how adorable you're being, all with his heart beating God knows how fast

If you are the one initiating physical contact, like taking his hand and leading it towards your head, or rubbing your tail against his arm and/or back, then you broke him beyond compare. He isn't even used to physical contact with normies, how much more with his crush?! (He's such a loser I love him)

May or may not make small little inventions for your cute little kitty problems, e.i; a brush thin but durable enough to comb through your tail to remove stray fur that dirty your couches. Specialized custom made headphones for kitty cats like you so you can still listen to music even with different ears. It's an obsession I tell you

And whenever he sees you use the things he made specifically for you, he'd feel so effing smug and proud like 'y'see that cute kitty cat brushing their tail with an amazing cool useful high tech gadget gizmo cowabunga unga brush? Heh 😼 I made it for them all by myself B)) *swipes nose with finger, smirks cockily, flips hair sassily*'

I had to cut this short cause my school starts at 5am tomorrow and it's already 11pm acckk wahh I wanna talk more about Idia catboy grr

[sheepispink]

୨✧୧˚ BUSINESS CLASS ˚୨✧୧

A/N: This is a seperate oneshot that link to my series ‘The Escort Protocol’, but it work as astand alone too! Technically this would take place after chapter 3ish.

✧ series masterlist ✧ resident evil masterlist

✧Summary: You’re Agent Kennedy’s escort, and despite his initial hatred for his job, he finds annoying you a good amusement. Meanwhile he’s the bane of your existence most days. But when it comes to the end of it, you know you have each others back, and besides, an escort always needs to stay beside their agent.

✧ cw: fluff, minor injuries

✧ WC: 2.8k

You may be flying in style but the trip there was far from it. Sat on the metro at 7pm, the soft whirr of the machinery is all you can hear as it takes you to the airport across the state. The flight is an overnight one, annoyingly, and you’ll be departing at 10:30 so you told Leon to be there at 7:30 latest. Luckily for him, he gets driven there in a fancy car whilst you're stuck on this grimey ride with a bunch of men who keep staring at you strangely. This is awful, maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to Leon’s insistence on you being his escort or maybe you should’ve just stolen his gun just for this ride. You’ve got all the documents at the ready in your folder, both passports, licenses and all this other yap.It makes no sense why they need all this but then again, you’re just a measly escort; it’s best you don't ask questions. The passengers look at you like you're crazy when you double check the documents for the 4th time this hour, your hands slipping into the folder over and over again. You know you couldn’t even go back if you forgot some but you like to be extra, extra prepared, or maybe you’re just very nervous of screwing your first proper job. Either way, you’ve got about 2 stops to go now which is good, seeing as you’re right on schedule. Your fingers play the edge of your formal trousers, you’d normally just wear a skirt but you figured it’d be more comfy on a plane and a little more classy. Plus you kind of like this look; it looks like you're his bodyguard if you get an earpiece to match.

Practically, dashing out the doors when it’s at your stop, you make your way up the stairs after scanning your metro card. Flagging down a cab was easier than you expected and you ended up at the airport much earlier too; this could even be a record time.Your phone buzzes as you pull your small suitcase behind you, a look of panic covering your face as you struggle to grab your phone with your hands full. Eventually you place down your folder of documents into the side pocket of your suitcase, something you had practically squealed at when you shopped online for it.

“Hey, you there yet?” Leon’s voice rings out from the phone as you hold it up to your ear.

“Yes, my cab got me here a little faster than expected. Are you close?”

“Uh.. there was an accident on the motorway, but i’ll be quick.”

“Mr Kennedy- I told you to let me book the cab earlier-“ You murmur, trying not to show your annoyance because this would’ve been solved if you handled it.

“Call me Leon and yeah- maybe the cab only came 10 minutes ago but i’ll be there asap. Dont even sweat.”

“But-“

“Oh no- my wifi-“ One of the most experienced agents in the DSO just made fake crackling noises in your ear before hanging up on you. Sometimes you question if your job is even real.

With a groan, you check the time for check in which is only and hour and ten minutes away, but knowing him he’d need a million things before the gate opened. You’d buy some snacks in the meantime but it doesn’t really seem professional to you, and to be honest, airport food is way out of your budget. The small vending machine looks tempting though.

His promise of being there soon turns from 10 minutes to 15 which switches to 20 until it’s growing closer to eight o clock and he’s still not here. You’re typing in his number aggressively at this point, even though you’d never actually raise your voice at him in the slightest. All of a sudden two hands land on your shoulder and you scream, immediately scrambling away with your first instinct to grab the documents and nothing else. You watch Leon burst out laughing at your reaction as your cheeks burn pink— thank god this was a relatively empty area.

“Sir-“ You begin, clenching your teeth as you walk over to put the documents back.

“-Leon, and that was the most entertaining thing i’ve seen all day. Why were you even that terrified?” He chuckles some more, taking a seat in front of the large glass windows that show the planes lined up outside .

“It doesn’t matter anymore. We have twenty minutes until check in and an hour and a half for the gates to open, so you should get anything you want now. Yknow, go toilet, get snacks..”

He crosses his legs and closed the handle on his suitcase, smirking up at you. “Or you could go get it for me.”

“Or I can go get them for you.” You mimic in a high pitched voice, a pissed look on your face now that you’re halfway across the airport as you wait in the fast food line. Of course he wanted a milkshake and chips right before the plane ride and of course he’d use the fact he paid for your ticket against you. For being in a fancy airport, the service sure isn’t good and you’re sure you’ll be the last to board at this point. Finally, you get the milkshake cup and fries, walking 10 minutes until you find him listening to music whilst watching the planes get prepared for departure. You gently poke his shoulder before placing the food on the armrest of the chair he’s sat in.

“One milkshake and one fries, sir.”

“Leon, and thanks.” He pops a fry into his mouth and then picks up another, smushing it against your lips with a smirk.

“Your payment, escort.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes and munch down the fry before taking a seat in the chair beside him. “It’s not escort- and thanks, i guess? Anyway, pass me your luggage i’ll go put it through.”

He hands you his luggage which weighs a ton for some reason, and you wheel it over to the conveyor belts. Whilst you scan it in you let out a long sigh, this was going to be a long trip with him like this. Yeah, he was as strong and productive as an actual agent now but it doesn’t mean he’s actually going to act like one. When you return, he’s already sending you off again to buy him something else and something else until you feel like a tourist at this point. Why does a man need this many snacks for a 6 hour flight??

You’re bringing him the last thing he asked for, a small gift for his friend Claire who he knows is in the area. A small smile rises on your lips as you look at the one you picked out; most of these brands would be disgusting but as a girl, you know exactly what any girl would want. Chocolates—the fanciest around of course. The happiest person alive is who you would be if someone got you this; you’re practically salivating at the thought as you spot him sitting in his lounge chair. Placing the box of chocolates down, he gives you another cheeky grin and you mentally groan, waiting for his next request.

“Throw this in the bin while you’re up?”

Internally, you’re fuming as you step towards the bin nearby until you hear the strange whirring, your head turning to the source of the noise. An out of control mobility chair slams straight into you, causing you to fall to the floor with a groan. You rub the back of your head which was thankfully intact even though you couldn’t say quite the same for your shattered glasses or the large cut on your hand from said glasses

Your teeth grit at the sudden pain, cutting into the flesh of your lips as you look down at yourself. Well shit. The boarding gates were opening in half an hour and you were sitting on the musty floor with his trash smeared on you.

“Hey—escort?”

He turns around from the loud crash sound, his expression filling with amusement until he realises you’re actually hurt and then he’s throwing his headphones off and quickly making his way over to you. He feels a wave of guilt in his stomach as he helps you up, one hand rubbing your shoulder while the other picks up your injured hand carefully. “You’re okay, I'll go buy you some bandages, okay? Sit down okay? I’ll be quick, promise.”

You hold the handkerchief he kept in his pocket to your hand whilst he practically runs for the nearest pharmacy, speechless and unable to respond. With your spare hand you rummage through your own small bag, looking for your spare glasses. You were thankful you had extra obviously, but you loved that old pair and unfortunately it was in the bin now. You had one job and you just had to go mess it up, didn’t you? Anyone would know to actually look around when they walk, and now you had a damn agent fetching things for you. Now you just felt like shit not to mention you looked like it too. Maybe you should’ve quit this job, you had barely the skills for it—

A warm coat settles on your shoulders before gentle hands take yours. He sits you on the benches there, taking a seat beside you before he rips the packet of bandages open with his teeth, his eyes filled with guilt and concern as he wraps the thick fabric over the cut.

“Your um, your outfit got a little messy from uh.. my trash.” He murmurs as he pulls the collar of the leather to hide your chest a little more before sitting back, looking unusual without his own signature one. The one that sits on your shoulders now.

“You really don't have to I-“

“Shut up, you got hurt, I’m a damn agent— I can throw out my own trash.” He looks like he had just run you over himself and even though you kind of want to just go home and hide under your covers, you can't help but smile just a little.

“It's not anyone's fault. It was just an accident, no one could have seen that.”

“Will you be okay without glasses by the way?”

“I have spares.”

You pull on your old glasses, a little nerdy but not the worst and he grins at the sight.

“You know, if you weren’t so organised I'd make sure you slapped me in payback.”

You give him a playful poke, and finally let a grin rise. “I can't do that anyway?”

Eventually you’re waiting beside Leon to enter the boarding gate. His eyebrows raise in amusement and he chuckles when he sees you watching in awe at how the pair of you skip the security line due to your status. Your eyes widen and you practically turn your whole body to watch all the other passengers get swatted down, something you’d be in if it weren’t for Leon. He likes watching your reactions, it’s very amusing to him. Especially your face when he bandaged up your hand; it was all sheepish and ready to be scolded for negligence or the like. He can't help but rest his arm on your head; the height difference is not that big, but he’d get a cramp in his arm if it meant seeing you hide the glare you want to give him behind a professional calm.

“Shocked? We’re allowed in first with no fuss; just DSO perks.” He winks at you and ruffles your hair before letting his arm down as the gate begins to let first class passengers through.

You take charge as his escort, showing the documents and getting both boarding tickets checked before leading him through onto the actual plane. You can practically feel his smirk as he watches you take in the sight of first class with awe. But you’re in business class today because you’re his escort and luckily this airline has those fancy business seats in the middle. You finally reach your area, taking his backpack off of him and placing it in the overhead luggage. You place your own handbag underneath the seat; there's a ton of things useful for every situation. With a quick glance, you peek around at the perks of business class with awe. It looks so clean and fancy, even if it's a little less secluded than first. You turn to see him already getting comfortable in his large seat, reclining a little before picking up the remote for the tv. After a quick rummage in your bag for headphones, you sink into the plush seat of the chair and try to hide the obvious excitement of it all. Though, you lock in quickly as you remember you still have lots of work to do and a schedule to finalise for him. Damn, sometimes you think you should be upgraded to an assistant.

It’s one thirty am when he pokes your shoulder, trying to get your attention whilst not disturbing anyone. He watches as you shift your headphones to rest on your neck before looking at him.

“What's wrong?” You whisper, the way you tilt your head is very amusing to his tired mind.

“Aren’t you going to sleep?” He asks, quite curious although he has a bunch of other questions like if that nasty cut on your hand is feeling better. But he’s not used to such blatant displays of care; he’d barely cared about himself up until you came along and forced him to.

“No. I can't really sleep on planes.” He hears you whisper, and for some reason there's a twinge of guilt in his gut at your words. You look exhausted from everything today. He barely lifted a finger whilst you handled the entire trip and, whilst it was fun and you’re being paid, he feels a little bad.

“Well, are you hungry?”

“…I.. No- no I'm fine.”

You slip on your headphones once he nods and turns back to the movie he watches, making sure to dim your screen as much as to not disturb others. But then again, this is business class, you doubt they can be bothered by you with their dividers up. You’re tapping away at some new things, reaching to sip your water only to unfortunately find that it’s empty. Though before you can mourn it, a familiar hand places a bottle, snacks and an energy drink onto the pull out table you had propped your laptop up on.

You glance up at him with surprise before mouthing a ‘Thank you’ with a small but bright smile. He just gives you a quick nod before turning away, back to his movie.

Soon enough, a soft snore rings out and you’re met by the sight of Leon’s cheek smushed against his hand as he dozes off. In fact, pretty much everyone is asleep apart from you. A small feeling inside you tells you that the flight attendants probably think you’re insane but you brush it off quickly as you reach into the complimentary bag they provide for business class. You pull out the soft blanket and drape it over him before reaching over to turn the bright screen of his tv off. One last glance at his drowsy form has you smiling as one would do with a cute animal, you’ve never seen someone who is usually cocky this… squishy. You almost try to poke them when you hear the steps of a flight attendant and quickly turn back to your laptop, a furious wave of embarrassment filling you. Maybe you should get some sleep too and it’s only a few hours now until you arrive.

You let out a long sigh, getting up to head to the bathroom, unaware that Leon’s eyes had peeked open when you got up. He had been half awake since you rustled the complimentary bag; he has always been a light sleeper. He peeks over at your laptop, tempted to snoop before he sees the small notes app you have pinned in the corner. It’s a bunch of random things, half of which he had no idea was relevant to your work or the DSO. But then again, when did he ever actually do his paperwork? A small text catches his eye though, the bottom line and typed in only 10 minutes ago.

‘Buy Leon a travel pillow.’

He can't help but grin at that, and the bunch of other random notes you have about the job including his coffee order. Don't get him wrong, he hates this job but that doesn’t mean he can't enjoy it from time to time.

[iamthecomet]

Kinktober Day Two: JOI

Pairing: Dewther Featuring: JOI. Iffy Hotel Internet. Idiots in love. Word Count: 900+

Aether bites his lip and Dew can’t stand it. Wants to swipe his fingers over that plush skin. Sink his teeth in. 

“That’s it. How is it?” 

“Good,” Dew whispers. Of course it’s good. “Better if you were here.” 

“Pretend I am.” 

Under the cut or on AO3.

“Just like that…”

Aether’s voice is a little garbled through Dew’s phone speaker. The hotel wifi is a little spotty. But it comes through enough, a little breathy. Dew squeezes his eyes shut. Focuses on holding his dick and propping his phone up just right so it doesn’t fall over.

He hisses. Lets his head fall back on the cheap hotel pillow just for a second. It smells a little like chlorine.

“Nice and slow…”

Dew drags his hand up and down, a slow agonizing rhythm. He polishes the head a little, hopes that his end of the video is crystal clear. Dew isn’t sure how flattering this camera angle is–phone propped up against a pillow situated between Dew’s knees so his dick takes center stage and his face and body swim behind it. But it doesn’t matter.

“Aeth–”

“Look at me, Droplet.”

Dew does. Sits up a little more, opens his eyes to find Aether’s. To look at the broad open planes of his face and feel that soft tug at his heart. He aches to touch him. To swipe calloused fingers over his cheek bones. To feel the bite of his stubble on his palms.

Aether bites his lip and Dew can’t stand it. Wants to swipe his fingers over that plush skin. Sink his teeth in.

“That’s it. How is it?”

“Good,” Dew whispers. Of course it’s good. “Better if you were here.”

“Pretend I am.”

“Yeah,” Dew nods. “Tell me–want to–tell me how to touch me like you do.”

Aether inhales sharply. His groan is garbled by the shitty connection and Dew wants to burn the hotel and its shitty wifi to the ground.

“Loosen your fist,” Aether instructs, and Dew does. Easing up on his grip, pressure retreating. It feels counter-intuitive and he almost says so, but instead he bites the inside of his cheek and watches Aether. Studies his face, the violet flush on his cheeks, the color of the wall behind him that tells him he’s in Dew’s room sitting on Dew’s bed. And suddenly the lack of pressure doesn’t seem to matter.

“Twist a little when you get to the head, and tighten up a little–yeah like that–then loosen your grip again–”

Dew’s breath comes out in a shudder as he listens. Fingers closing in around the sensitive spot just beneath the head as he twists his hand, then easing up as he descends. Pre bubbles at the tip, drips down onto his knuckles on his next upstroke. Makes the glide easier.

“Does it feel like me?”

Dew nods even though he isn’t sure it does. It’s close–but not quite perfect. Part of him thinks about asking Aether to see how far his quintessence can reach. If he can numb Dew’s arm–take control of it–jerk him off with his own hand.

But he’s perilously close as it is. Just from Aether’s voice–the ease in it. The way he talks to Dew like he’s one of his infirmary interns and he’s giving them a rundown on how to perform an exam. The thought makes Dew’s whole body twitch. His toes curl. The hotel room is suddenly too warm despite the blasting A/C.

He’s all too aware of Aeon in the attached bathroom, showering, having retreated when Dew asked for thirty minutes to talk to Aether alone for fucksake.

Aether chews on his lip more, a little harder. Dew wonders if he’ll bite down so hard he’ll bleed. He’d pay to see it. Though it may kill him not to be there to lick it clean.

“A little faster for me, Dew.”

Dew can see the way Aether’s shoulder moves. Knows he’s matching Dew’s motions on his own cock. It’s unfair that Dew can’t see it. Can’t watch the tip turn ruddy purple. Can’t watch it kick in Aether’s fist. He can’t form the words to ask for it–especially not once he listens to Aether and speeds up. The sounds in the room turn slick and desperate. Dew pants. He wants to stretch out, to tip his head back and close his eyes and ride this sensation.

But that would mean looking away from Aether. From heavily lidded amethyst eyes. From the divots Aether has dug into his lower lip with his teeth. No blood, but they’re flushed dark, the same way the tip of Aether’s cock gets when he gets close.

“Close,” Dew says, muttering the world like a swear–like he hates to admit it.

“Me too,” Aether agrees, words going breathless. Dew’s belly feels like it’s filled with lava. His thighs jump with every twist of his wrist.

It takes nothing else–just the barest moan from Aether–a hitch of his breath, and Dew is cumming. Spilling pearly white over his knuckles and down his shaft. Swearing through it, as Aether watches rapt, mouth dropping open as the display sends him over the edge too. Dew watches him twitch through it–watches the way he nearly sobs with it.

There’s a moment of quiet after where they both breathe, where it starts to border on awkward when Dew’s dick starts to soften on camera. He grabs his phone and pulls it closer to his face as they both laugh–breathless. Always a little startled but just how intense this is–even though they’re so far apart.

“Get some sleep, Droplet,” Aether commands. Dew hears the shower cut off. He has to clean up–put some clothes on. His limbs feel watery.

“Yeah, you too.”

“It’s 11am.”

“Whatever,” Dew waves him off, grinning. Pushing himself up to sitting and grabbing blindly for his discarded boxers to wipe himself down.

“Love you,” Aether says, as a goodbye.

Dew smiles at him, looks fully at the camera–trying to imagine that he really is looking Aether in the eye. “Love you too.”

[pianocat939]

hi! could you write something for ‘12!donnie with a mc/reader that really likes his tech and stuff? could be a full oneshot, just a blurb, headcanons, idc that much ^^

— 🦋 anon

Doing 2 posts to make up for not posting anything last week so-

Tw: mentions of stalking, obsession, tracking MC

You just made bro more obsessed than he already is. Like he was already stalking you, and writing down everything about you before- but now that you've taken interest in his work, he's just smitten.

He's more motivated then ever to improve or make inventions. Your phone? Oh- he's installed fucking 6G wifi on it so you have faster network than ever! And he totally hasn't installed a tracker on the side too-

Be careful. If you give him to much attention, he might get even more unhinged.

"This new update will be perfect for my sweet little chinchilla~..."

(I WILL CONTINUE TO BRING UP THAT TRAUMATIZING NAME- LITERALLY HIS REPUTATION IS RUINED)

- Celina

[elexaria]

brother’s best friend! johnny & simon pt 3

the journey back to manchester was daunting, seeing the same old architecture from your past felt like a punch in the gut. the phone call you make to simon was awkward, it was just to tell him that.. well, you would pop by to see him. didn’t tell him anything else, didnt even mention you left years ago.

after checking into a shitty little hotel with the little money you had, you made your way to the pub simon said he’d be at, and where johnny mactavish would also be. mactavish. it’s been a really long time since you’ve thought about him, and it feels strange to know you’ll get a glimpse of him as a 26 year old man, as opposed to the pimply faced teenager you remember.

“the strongest stuff you have, please.” you say dryly to the bartender, who glances at the clock— it’s barely noon, before looking back at you again. “joking. you got any J20?”

with your little bottle of orange and mango juice and a thin paper straw, you nestle down into a booth, pulling out your phone as you begin your wait. simon did say his train would arrive at around 10am, so where was he? that’s fine, the pub at least has free wifi you can use to mindlessly scroll through. and scroll, and scroll and scroll and scroll until—

“fancy seein’ ye here, wee riley!”

you glance up from your phone, mouth agape as you look dead straight at a grown up, scruffily bearded johnny mactavish. “jesus christ—“ you mumble under your breath, eyebrows furrowing at how.. massive and grown up he is. he grins down at you, still standing. “what? gonnae give me a hug or whit?” he chortles, wiggling his thick unruly eyebrows around you. yep, it’s definitely still the same old mactavish brother you remember.

“ye look different than when we was wee bairns. yer definitely the better lookin’ riley.” johnny grins as he shoots a playful wink at you, taking a big swig of lager to parch his thirst. your eyes flit to the beer foam that sticks to his moustache, which makes you giggle. “you’ve got a lil something on your moustache. you saving it for later?” you tease, motioning to where the foam sits on his face.

“yeah, soap, you savin’ that for later?”

if your head had turned around any faster, you’d have probably broken your fucking neck. simon.

he’s… he’s so different now.

rising from your seat, you glance up at your brother with a nervous gulp. you can tell from the way he glances down at you that his heart is damn near close to bursting when he sees how grown his baby sister is, she’s not the little chubby cheeked scamp he remembers. but he quickly shoves the emotions down, his shoulders squared up as he watches you draw closer to him.

“simon,” you mutter quietly, biting your lip as you awkwardly hug his side. it’s been so long, you almost contemplate whether a hug isnt appropriate. a handshake? awkward fist bump? simon grumbles, patting your back as he reciprocates the hug with the same awkwardness. johnny cringes slightly at how uncomfortable you and simon look.

you find out that johnny is known as sergeant soap, while simon is simply lieutenant ghost. “yer brother’s fuckin’ brilliant on the battlefield, he’s saved my arse more times than i can count.” johnny grins, nudging his shoulder into simon’s, who just simply looks down at his drink with furrowed eyebrows. you nod, chewing the inside of your lip. “why do they call you soap?” you ask, tilting your head at johnny. he howls with laughter, shaking his head at you. “ye don’t want to find out, lass.” he simply says, shooting a teasing wink at you. you shouldn’t be attracted to that, but it does gets your heart pumping a little faster.

“so, lass, what about ye? any’hink goin’ on in the life of wee riley?” johnny hums out, propping his arms up behind him on the booth’s rim, his muscles bulging out from his tshirt sleeves. jesus christ, he’s ripped.

stealing your gaze from his biceps with a flushed cough, you shrug and take a sip of your drink. “i’m studying for my masters up in leeds. i.. haven’t been to manchester since i left.” you finally admit, eyes glancing over to read simon’s face, which is stoney and unperturbed. johnny whistles, grinning as he nods at you. “leeds, eh? northern girlie, are ye?” he teases, nudging simon yet again. “can ye believe it, monsi? wee riley’s all grown up, doin’ her masters n shit. damn.”

you roll your eyes, feeling a rush of blood to your cheeks as you fidget with your drink bottle. “there’s two years between us, johnny. ‘m not as young as you think i am.” you mutter quietly, your gaze flicking up to read his reaction. he’s still grinning, though he nods in agreement. “aye, canny argue with that.”

simon doesn’t speak much the entire time you’re all there, it’s almost like he speaks through johnny at times. “si’s been wafflin’ on and on about today, ye ken. been lookin’ forward to the ol’ riley-mactavish clan finally gettin’ back together.” johnny says, the two of you glancing over at simon who simply grunts, the corners of his lips twitching up into what looks like a hybrid of a grimace and a smile.

but at least johnny doesn’t make it awkward, always going on and on about whatever floated through his mind. he gives you updates on his sisters, practically glowing when he gets the chance to gloat about becoming an uncle. “the wee bairns, they like me. mam reckons i’ll make a good dad one day.” he hums as he shows you a picture on his phone, one where he’s flexing his muscles while holding twin baby boys like the deadliest missiles that cute tactical intelligence could muster up. it’s cute, the way he lights up when talking about his life, even how excited he gets for your achievements in life. simon doesn’t seem to want to get a word in edge ways.

as the catch-up comes to an end, you awkwardly slide out of the booth, rubbing your hands together. “well.. it was nice seeing you both.” you say on bated breath, a look of disappointment flashing across your face momentarily as you glance at simon. johnny pouts as he stands, patting simon on the back with a solid thwack. “we’ll have to do some’hink together, all three of us. like the good ol’ days.” he says, grinning up at simon, who nods. “spose so.” is all simon seems to add to the conversation, looking down at you.

and as you all exit the pub together, johnny giving you one last hug with a content groan, you give them a small smile and a wave goodbye, asking them to just let you know what they decide on doing.

as you lay down in the grotty hotel bed, curled up between thin sheets, you think about this sudden revelation that the two boys from your childhood aren’t cherubic anymore. life isn’t full of giggles and adventures, it’s ruthless and it’s dangerous. and the sight of your big brother, stone faced and silent, it makes you feel guilty. does he resent you for not staying in contact? has it been too long to attempt to reforge your relationship with him?

with a sigh, you reach out to grab your phone from the bedside table, eyes watery as you check the time. 1am.

ping. you receive a text.

it reads, “hey wee riley, it’s johnny m. we’re thinking abt going clubbing sat night. u remember jamies near the maccies? just lmk if ur interested xx nice to see u xx”

looks like you’re gonna have to pick out a dress for saturday night.

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[turbulentscrawl]

HELLOOO could we get ithaqua with a modern Reader too? :33

MWehehe

-Honestly, not the brightest idea for a modern S/O to try and get with his one. Modern social culture is very deep in the anti-toxicity (to the point that we circle back into it without realizing sometimes) and Ithaqua exhibits a lot of red-flag buzzwords. He’s the kind of person reddit would constantly tell you to divorce haha.

-He would be a bit torn over you, though. On one hand, you clearly lived emersed in “society” as a whole, which is what he was generally the most at odds with in life. (In a modern setting, Ithaqua would be an off-grid homesteader. He’s probably against having wifi at his home, even.) On the other hand…you’re a bit of an outcast in the survivor manor. He’s a little crazy, but not BLIND. He can see how people are nervous about you in the beginning, shun you and your magic box.

-He’s got no fucking clue what the magic box is either, but Ithaqua does not believe in magic, religion, or the paranormal. The people who dictate those things called his mother a witch, and himself a demon, and he knows in his heart that they were just two people living life in a way others didn’t like. Superstition is what got him dumped in the snow as a babe, so even if he’s confused as hell by your technology, he’s smart and reasonable enough to know it’s due to a lack of education on his part and not you being some otherworldly, incomprehensible thing.

-He’s likely drawn to you a bit from the above treatment you suffer. Maybe the others are more than willing to use you as bait, hesitant to rescue you, or fail to even explain to you how decoding works. Ithaqua will notice these things even in the middle of a hunt. He thinks you’re pitiful—until you’re not, and that makes you interesting. Ithaqua finds the remnants of whatever your modern-ness makes up your skills. Your phone tucked into a grassy corner, playing a recording of someone shuffling through a chest, maybe, and he picks it up curiously. And then, well, he has to return it to you. Unfortunately for you, he’s one of the faster hunters and this only delays him for a few seconds.

-Ithaqua starts to, frankly, bully you in matches. He’s less vicious with the damage done, and instead of chairing you off the bat, he takes a liking to carrying you around while he hunts your teammates. It doesn’t matter that you struggle free or self-heal sometimes, he can catch you again easily enough. He talks to you while he zips around after everyone, his usual giggles and sighs replaced with questions and commentary for you. You reach a point one day where you self-heal, but don’t bother running…and Ithaqua just grins like a shark and pats you on the head.

-Eventually he notices the others warming up to you better…and it makes him bitter. “They’re all hypocrites,” he tells you in a dark corner of the basement. “I treated you like everyone else from the start, didn’t I?” That’s his argument to endear himself to you. To coil you further around his (admittedly gentle, all things considered) finger. Yes, he hit you, hunted you, but that’s his job. The POINT, he says, is that he likes you and it’s not FAKE because he’s always seen you as an equal to the others. (To the survivors, not to himself, because the manor roles say you’re clearly not.)

-The POINT is that you shouldn’t fully trust the rest of them—they’ll turn on you again if they get spooked—but him? Ithaqua doesn’t get spooked. He gets…possessive. He likes you. He’ll be here, if you need him. And even if you don’t. He’ll take care of your troubles for you, sweet pet.

[invisible-lint]

Like Falling Asleep

Lucien x Archeron! Reader

Summary: A short follow up to Here for You. What if Feyre failed?

Warnings: angst, suicide (but nothing graphic), main character death

Word count: 450

You lay on the floor of your bedroom, dried tears making hair stick to your cheeks. Feyre was dead. She hadn't even made it past the first task. You felt empty without your twin. Like a piece of your soul was missing. You had lunged at the dais, if you were going for Amarantha or Tamlin, you weren't sure. But it hadn't mattered, the guards were faster. They had grabbed you, hauling you out, kicking and screaming, depositing you back in the room that had become your prison. Once the door had been shut and locked you had broken down, screaming and sobbing until you couldn't anymore. Until you didn't have any energy to do anything other than lay on the floor and hope that someone would come along to kill you too. You hope it's Lucien. That he keeps his promise. That you get to see him one last time. 

As if summoned by your thoughts, the door opens and Lucien walks in. He kneels next to you, pulling you into his arms, holding you to his chest. 

"I'm sorry I took so long, Love. But I'm here now. I'm here. And I'm not letting go." A fresh wave of tears hits and he holds you while you cry. He lets his own fall, thinking of the life he wishes he could have had with you. If Feyre had succeeded, he would have asked you to marry him, spent whatever little time he had with you by your side, searching for a way to save you from your mortality. Perhaps you would have gotten to have children together, with his hair and your eyes. But now, that would never happen. Not in this lifetime. Your tears subside and you look up at him, voice hoarse from all the crying. 

"Do you remember your promise?"

"Yes. I can't talk you out of it?"

"No." He nods, pulling two vials of poison from his pocket. Your eyes widen with realization. 

"If you're going, I'm going with you. It's painless, like falling asleep." You look like you want to argue, but nod instead.

"I love you, Luc. I wish we could have had more time."

"I love you too." He hands you one of the vials, and you both uncork them at the same time. He looks you in the eyes, to make sure you're certain and you nod. You drink the poison together. You lean up and kiss him before laying your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, smiling as he plays with your hair. After a few minutes, you start to grow drowsy, and you can hear his heart slowing. He was right, it's just like falling asleep.

 

A/N: And here I am again! I'm slowly working on the drabble requests I have because I don't have wifi currently and they're turning out a bit longer than drabbles oops. If you have something you'd like to see or any ideas about who you think I should kill next, feel free to send me a request!

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[daddy-dins-girl]

First Date: Frankie Morales

HAPPY FRANKIE FRIDAY Y'ALL!

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Frankie Morales x f!Reader

Summary: Based on this tumblr Ask. A full one-shot based on a quick little headcanon drabble I wrote about what a first date with Frankie Morales might look like. There's a little of backstory for Reader because it's me and you know I just can't help myself.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Fluff and smut (because we like to strike a delicate balance here). Porn with a sprinkle of plot (again, delicate balance). Cuteness overload during your date with Frankie (sign me up for this date please). Heavy makeout session. Mutual masturbation. Fooling around in the back of Frankie's truck because of uh... reasons. Read to find out! I think that's it for warnings. As far as my stuff goes I'd say this is pretty tame? lol. But if I missed anything lmk!

Notes: I hope there aren't any glaring mistakes here. If I find any I'll come back and edit. Tbh I wrote 99% of it on my phone because our wifi was down for THREE DAYS here (RIP me!). It finally came back this morning just in time for me to post this for Frankie Friday ❤️

You tap your phone’s screen to illuminate it and check the time for probably the fifteenth time in as many minutes to make sure you’re not running late yet as you stand over the bathroom counter putting the final touches on your appearance, wanting to look perfect for tonight. Nerves flutter in your tummy like butterflies and you have to constantly remind yourself to calm down, take it easy.

“It’s just Fish, nothing to get yourself all worked up about” Benny had offered earlier, unhelpfully.

Sure, to your cousins Benny and Will it was just their longtime friend and military buddy, but to you it was the very cute, though very shy, sweet guy that you had met for the first time only recently since you came to “temporarily” crash at your cousins place.

Temporarily had turned into three months far faster than you anticipated. You needed a fresh start, to get out of a not great situation and it was actually your Aunt who had suggested the move to you during your phone call to her on her birthday. Your mother had already been filling her ear with your personal drama it seemed and though she didn’t want to pry, she did want to help and she suggested getting away for even a couple of weeks, that her sons had lots of room at their place and would be happy to have you for a while. After a few phone calls with both Will and Benny they had settled any doubts you might’ve had and welcomed you with open arms when you showed up at their doorstep with little more than a single roller suitcase and a small potted plant under your arm. It was about all the possessions you had left after the less than amicable split with your ex that left you couch surfing at your friends for months before the transition to Will and Benny’s.

So now here you stand, in the bathroom of the guest bedroom you have been calling your own for three months, getting ready for a date with the painstakingly handsome pilot himself, Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales.

You know how badly your cousins have been teasing you about the date, you can’t even begin to imagine the ribbing Frankie must have been taking from them since he’d asked you out last Sunday at a barbecue Will and Benny had been hosting and they’d somehow gotten wind of it. You’re surprised Frankie even kept the date, to be honest. Your cousins, you love them with all your heart, but they can be… a lot. You’re very glad Frankie didn’t back down to the pressure though. You’d seen him a fair bit in your few months here and have been dying for him to finally ask you out. You’d flirted enough and though he’d been quiet and shy in the beginning, the more you got to know each other, the more he seemed to come out of his shell around you.

So now here you were, moments before Frankie was due to show up at your door and you silently cursed yourself for not being as ready as you should be. You wanted to be ready and standing outside by now so that Will and Benny couldn’t get any more jabs in to poor sweet Frankie if he had to stand at the door waiting for you, but as you pull on the short, light denim jacket over your sundress you hear a bark of laughter from Benny and already you know you’re too late.

You quickly press some lip gloss on, run your hands through your hair to make sure it’s falling exactly how you want it to and then take a deep breath in the mirror and quickly scurry out of the bedroom to hopefully save the man that is standing outside on the porch.

“No keeping her out past curfew, no drinkin’ and drivin’, no crazy parties or gettin’ too handsy on the first date”

Benny is listing things off on his fingers to poor Frankie like he’s your father scalding your prom date and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Will, you said you’d both be nice” you complain out loud to the older of the two brothers. Will wasn’t much better, but sometimes talking to Benny was like talking to a toddler amped up on a pack of Skittles, there was no getting through when he got over excited about something.

The most ridiculous part about it was that you and Benny were about the same age so it was a little comical, though sweet in his own way, how he tried to ‘big brother’ you.

“Ah c’mon Ace, we were just joshin’ him a bit” Will replies, bright white smile gleaming at you with a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

Ace of course being the nickname they had stuck you with since you were old enough to remember. Any family event you’d ever attended whenever there was any sort of game or sport going on the two boys always ensured you were on their team, likely because you were the only one close in age to them but you liked to tell yourself that it was also because the three of you always had fun together. They have always been so competitive and any time they won (largely due to their own efforts) they were sure to tell everyone that it was all because of you, that you were ‘the ace up their sleeve’ even when you barely did anything. Hell most softball games you preferred to sit in the grass picking flowers while they ran circles around you like pro athletes, but it was sweet how they always made sure to include you and make you feel good about yourself.

“Well we agreed you two goons wouldn’t scare him away” you remind them with a playful roll of your eyes and a swat to Benny’s shoulder when you finally reach the doorway.

You can see Frankie’s appreciative gaze roam over you from head to toe and as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and nervously adjusts his ball cap you know he’s itching to say something to you but probably weighing the pros and cons in his head about the two extra sets of ears hearing what’s meant only for you and so you decide for him. You shove past your two cousins, quickly tell them you love them and not to wait up and push them far enough back in the house so you can slam the door shut, finally leaving you on the porch with just Frankie.

“Hi” you breathe out, a smile spreading across your lips. He looks casual but deliciously handsome in a pair of dark tan khaki pants and an untucked light blue button down with the sleeves rolled up, putting his tanned and muscular forearms on display. He still has his infamous Standard Oil hat on, hints of chocolate brown curls peeking out from underneath it. You don’t think you’ve actually ever seen him without it, come to think of it. You try to picture him without it and an image just doesn’t come.

“You look beautiful” he tells you, a hint of shyness in his tone and a blush rises in your cheeks that didn’t come from a makeup stick.

“Thank you. I’m sorry about tweedle-dee and tweedle-A-D-D in there” you joke, gesturing a thumb over your shoulder at your two cousins who are currently fighting each other over who gets to look through the small pane of glass next to the door to watch your interactions with Frankie on the front step.

“Unfortunately I’m very used to it” he quips, giving you a warm smile. “Shall we?” He asks, sweeping an arm out towards his truck idling at the curb and you nod your head and lead the way.

Before you reach the truck however Frankie jogs up behind you to brush past and ensures he reaches the passenger door handle before you do and opens it wide, offering you a hand to help you up and inside. You both decide to ignore the whooping yells and hands slamming on the glass next to the door at the top of the walkway behind you.

“Let’s get the hell out of here, shall we?” You offer once Frankie’s climbed into the driver's seat next to you and he chuckles but nods his head.

“With pleasure” he agrees and pulls the truck away from the curb.

You’re driving for nearly an hour. Frankie had apologized already on several occasions, admonishing himself for not preparing you beforehand to make sure you wouldn’t be too hungry when he picked you up. You tell him it's fine countless times but he still admits he should’ve discussed his plan with you ahead of time.

“Hey, if what you say is true and these really are the best tacos I’ve ever had, you’ll not only be forgiven but I’ll be glad I was ravenous by the time we get there” you tell him and finally he seems to accept it and offers you a small smile, hand going to the dial on the radio to turn the classic rock tunes up just a little bit for the last few minutes of your drive.

The drive is nice. The ocean follows along in your journey when you look out your window and the way the sun sits in the sky you know it’ll be threatening to set not long after you arrive at your destination. Truth be told you were a little nervous when you first started driving and Frankie mentioned how long the trip would be. You worried that you wouldn’t have much to chat about or that it might get awkward but it had been anything but. Besides Frankie’s little bouts of anxiety about whether or not he should’ve mentioned to you what time you’d actually be eating, everything was going better than you had expected. The conversation seemed to flow easily between the two of you. You had enough jumping off points, with both of you having more than your fair share of stories or anecdotes about Will and Benny. You shared stories of your youths while Frankie caught you up on some of the more recent goings-on with them that you hadn’t been privy to since, before recently, you obviously spent a lot less time with them in your adult years versus the childhood ones. Before long the conversations shifted more to yourselves and your own personal lives and before you knew it Frankie was pulling the truck into a crowded parking lot in front of the beach.

You make your way through the throngs of people on the boardwalk, Frankie’s warm hand on your lower back a steadying presence as he guides you through the crowds towards the brightly painted green and yellow food truck off in the not-too-far distance. Your mouth is watering already and you’re not sure whether it’s for the tacos or the man on your left with the broad shoulders and thick arms but a gentle, calming touch.

If you had to venture a guess, it would be for the latter.

Frankie, to his credit, was absolutely right about the tacos. You’re halfway through your third one when you finally tap out and call it quits, unable to possibly stomach another bite - despite how delicious they are.

“I can’t. I want to, but I can’t” you admit defeat to what’s left of your dinner, tossing your napkin on top of your paper plate and holding your hands up in surrender and the corner of Frankie’s mouth curls up into a smirk.

“They’re good right?” He grins at you from across the picnic table while he stuffs the last bite of his own into his mouth and you roll your eyes dramatically at how good in fact they were.

“They were amazing, seriously. Well worth the drive and the wait” you tell him sincerely and then before you can talk yourself out of it you reach across the table to place your hand on top of his and give a little squeeze with your fingers.

“Thank you for dinner. I’m um… really glad you asked me out tonight”

That confession earns you an ear to ear grin from Frankie who swallows down the last bit of his dinner and then turns his hand palm-up so he can hold your fingers in his grasp.

“Me too. But, the night’s not over” he offers with a playful quirk of his eyebrow.

“There’s more?” Your brow line lifts to your forehead. “I’m going to need a few minutes to digest first” you laugh, placing a hand over your stomach and Frankie chuckles but nods his head in agreement.

“Take all the time you need,” he tells you.

The sun is beginning its descent from the sky as you sit at the table a while longer, happily chatting about everything and nothing. You ask Frankie more about his young daughter and can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips the way his face lights up when he speaks about her or shows you his favourite pictures or videos of her on his phone.

With your food finally settled you’re back to wandering the boardwalk again with Frankie leading the way. He stops you at an ice cream truck and you groan at the idea of having to shove more food into your stomach but the childish grin and teasing nudge to your side with his elbow convinces you to take him up on his offer anyway and you ask for small scoop of the bright orange Tiger Stripe flavour in a dish while Frankie opts for a waffle cone of classic Mint Chocolate Chip.

With no small effort you manage to finish the sweet dessert and toss your garbage into a nearby receptacle and Frankie nudges your shoulder with his and gestures with an outstretched arm towards the beach.

“Wanna go walk it off?” He suggests and you give him an easy smile, more than excited about taking a romantic walk down the beach at sunset with him.

The warm sand squishes between your toes as you walk the length of the beach. Frankie had insisted on carrying your shoes for you when you opted to take them off; the strappy sandals hanging from the fingertips of his right hand while his left brushes experimentally against the back of your right and you turn your palm towards him and he wastes no time taking hold, your fingers interlacing. You smile and press a little closer into his shoulder.

“This is perfect” you sigh as soft waves lap at your feet and the sun bids it’s final adieu for the evening, disappearing just past the horizon on the other side of the ocean.

“So I did good?” Frankie smirks at you and you let out a little laugh, nodding your head.

“Ten out of ten would recommend” you answer without hesitation.

“Recommend to who? If you think I’m taking Benny on a date next you’re poorly mistaken” he jokes and it earns an outburst of laughter from you as you grab onto his forearm with your free hand and lean further in still.

“You guys could make a pretty cute couple” you tease and he rolls his eyes, shaking his head in laughter.

“Already got the prettiest Miller on my arm, thank you very much” he affirms and your giggles die down as the blush re-emerges and you turn your gaze down to the sand at your feet and squeeze his arm just a little tighter as a thank you to his easy compliment.

You walk a little while longer, your fingers still entwined and your free hand wrapped around his arm that’s holding your hand, snuggling as close as possible while you continue to chat and joke and tease each other.

Being with Frankie seems so easy. Normally you were so nervous during first dates and it’s been so long since you’ve actually been on one you could barely remember what it normally feels like but you’re certain it’s never felt like this. You felt comfortable. And maybe a lot of that had to do with the fact that you’ve already met with and hung out with him on numerous occasions now there was less to be nervous about. But you think it’s mostly him. He’s so easy going and calm to be around; he just puts you at ease with one upward curve of his lips or the way his soft brown gaze seemingly bores into your very soul with a single look.

Besides that, you knew he must be a pretty decent guy or Will and Benny would’ve had something (aside from friendly teasing) to say about it. They were the big brothers you never had growing up, always looking out for you until your lives took you all down very separate paths and if they trusted Frankie with you, you knew you were in good hands.

Hands that were currently, mind you, smoothing up and down your sides as Frankie pressed you into the passenger door of his pickup as you stood on the street outside your temporary home saying your goodnights.

“Kiss me” you breathe into the limited space between your two bodies that are thrumming with unspent energy.

Not bothering with a verbal response, Frankie closes the distance between you, his lips capturing yours finally for that first kiss you’ve been craving since he picked you up hours ago. He tastes like mint and chocolate, and although normally it would be one of the last options you go for at the ice cream shop, the way it tastes on Frankie’s tongue instantly makes it your new favourite.

The energy in the cab of his truck the whole ride back had been tangible, his right hand on your thigh, yours trying not to dig into the plush material of the seats as you tried to focus your mind on anything other than ordering him to pull the truck into park so you could crawl into his lap and thank him properly, the way you wanted to so badly.

“Hermosa,” Frankie groans, his mouth trailing now from your lips down your jaw and to the side of your throat as his hands grip your hips. The scruff of his beard brushes the delicate skin of your neck when he nuzzles further into you and heat instantly pools in the lower part of your belly, causing a little moan to slip out. You feel your breath quicken, heart rate speeding up to keep pace with Frankie’s that you can feel through your clothes with how closely he’s pressed against you. Your arms raise to wrap around his neck, hands playing with the soft curls at the back of his head, running your fingers through them (something you’d been dying to do since the first time you met him, if you’re being honest with yourself).

“Should’ve taken me back to yours” you whisper against his ear as he continues to nip, lick and kiss at your throat.

“Santi’s on my goddamn couch” he groans, annoyed.

You remembered, now that he’s said it. Santiago, another military buddy of your cousins that you’d met a few times and one of Frankie’s best friends, had been having problems with his girlfriend and a week ago she had actually kicked him out of their shared apartment and with you taking up residence in Will and Benny’s guest room, that left Frankie’s couch.

“Shit” you mutter. You don’t dare take him inside to your room. Though the house looks dark and the boys are probably asleep, that’s not something you’re going to chance. At least not on a first date. You don’t need their judgment, nor do you need Frankie holding anything back from you due to the unfortunate circumstances.

His mouth is back on yours, unable to stay away from it for long it seems. His tongue pushes inside and strokes alongside yours, causing a little shiver to run down your spine. He licks into your mouth, exploring every cavern and swallowing all your little whimpers and whines. Frankie was an amazing kisser. You can’t help but wonder how talented his tongue may be elsewhere; the thought alone sending a fresh wave of arousal through you and causing another moan to slip out which Frankie responds to with one of his own. His right hand leaves your hip and goes to your thigh next, gently raising your leg off the ground to wrap around him and a gasp escapes you when his hand slips under the hem of your dress and trails upwards towards your hip.

“Fuck, Frankie” you breathe, pulling back just enough so you can start peppering kisses to his strong jawline.

“Tell me to stop, fuck, you need to tell me stop” Frankie pleads. You can feel his obvious desire for you pressed into your stomach as his left hand moves down to grope your ass and pull you even closer against him.

“Mmm, don’t want to” you hum into his throat and he groans in desperation, rocking his hips into you and causing a delicious bit of friction where you need it most. Your whole body is tingling, feeling like you could combust at any moment. Your muscles are tense, hands fighting for purchase on any part of him they can grab onto, eager to keep him from convincing himself to pull away from you.

Just when you feel him begin to pull back you do the only thing that comes to mind and turn in his grasp and reach for the back passenger door of the crew cab, swinging it open and pulling him back towards you by the collar of his shirt.

“Fuck, Sweetheart” he stops dead in his tracks, feet outside on the ground still while your ass hits the back seat so you’re seated sideways on the seat, facing him.

“Look, I might not be up for Gentleman of the Year Award or anything, but I’m not… I can’t have our first time be in the back of my truck. You deserve so much better than that”

Your brain doesn’t miss how he says ‘first time’ like it implies that there will be more times, and god you hope there is. And while you don’t disagree with him that fucking in his car like teenagers isn’t maybe the most romantic way to do this, you still need something and you don’t want this night to be over yet.

“Just… come fool around with me a little bit” you shrug, coy little grin tugging at the corners of your lips and you see on his adorable face the moment his resolve crumbles. He’s hopping up into the truck in a flash, slamming the door shut behind him. He pushes you back onto the bench seat so you’re flat on your back and finally rips his hat off his head and tosses it carelessly somewhere to the floor and you’re in a fit of giggles at the playfulness of it all. The laughter dies on your lips however when he’s kneeled before your spread legs and drags your knees up to his hips and presses himself down on top of you, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss while his lower half grinds into yours.

“Is this OK?” He murmurs into the side of your face as his kisses trail towards your throat.

“Mmm hmm” you nod frantically. “More than OK” you promise.

He hums into your throat and brings his right hand to your breast, his large hand covering the mound and gently massaging the soft flesh, kneading and squeezing just right as your little moans and the way your back arches to push your chest further into his touch encourages him.

“Fuck,” he growls before shoving the front of your dress and cups of your bra down so he can get his mouth on bare skin.

He pulls away from your throat and shuffles down slightly, leaning down to swirl the tip of his tongue around the pert bud and then gently pull it into his mouth. He alternates between sucking it into his mouth and teasing with quick flicks of his tongue while nimble fingers pay the other equal attention and you writhe underneath him, grinding into his leg, desperate for any friction you can create.

“Perfect tits” he mumbles into your skin before his mouth switches sides. Your hands are in his hair, gently tugging and scratching over his scalp and the way he occasionally groans and grunts at your actions you know he likes it. You wish you weren’t shoved inside the back of his pickup right now. Oh the things you would let his mouth do to you if you weren’t…

After long minutes of attention spent on your breasts his mouth is finally back on yours. He moans into you when his tongue wraps around yours again and you decide to play a little dirty yourself and wrap your lips around his tongue and suck it into your mouth, just for a moment and then you release. You feel his hardened cock twitch against your hip when he grinds it into you.

“Tell me what you want, Baby” he asks between ragged breaths as his lips create a hot trail of open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone.

You decide to show him, rather than tell him, and reach for his right hand and bring it underneath your dress to the aching need between your thighs and he practically growls into your throat when he feels the damp spot that’s already formed on your panties.

“Oh my god” he groans, taking his first two fingers and rubbing your lower lips over the soft, soaked lace.

“Oh fuck, Frankie, you feel so good” you whine, not caring how wrecked you sound already.

His mouth covers yours again, his kiss hungry and needy as his fingers bravely dip under the waistline of your panties to finally touch your naked sex and push through the warm slick folds.

“Oh my god, make me come baby, please. Fuck.” You beg, your hands wrapping around his neck again and grabbing on for dear life. It’s been far too long and Frankie is quickly unraveling you into a mewling desperate mess.

“I’ve got you, Hermosa” Frankie promises, his breath hot against your ear now and you don’t doubt that he does. His skilled digits are already driving you crazy and he’s barely begun. Maybe it’s because it’s been a while, or maybe Frankie just really knows his way around a pussy.

He plunges two fingers inside of you and you cry out at the welcomed intrusion, whimpering into his shoulder at how he’s nearly got you undone already.

“God you feel fucking amazing” he groans into your heated flesh.

“Fuck Frankie, don’t stop, please” you whimper.

He doesn’t. His fingers continue their torturous assault, pumping in and out of you and occasionally coming out to rub tight little circles around your small bundle of nerves that causes your arm to shoot up in the air, palm of your hand pushing hard against the ceiling of the truck cab as your impending orgasm lingers threateningly.

“Let me touch you, please” you beg and Frankie growls in response before his free hand goes to his pants and nearly rips them open so he can push them down to his thighs and your hand immediately wraps around his throbbing length.

“Holy shit” you breathe. Your fingers failing to quite reach all the way around his impressive girth. He’s warm and heavy in your hand, precum steadily leaking from the head that you gather in your hand to use to coat down the rest of his length.

“Christ” Frankie grunts, unable to stop himself from thrusting his hips once to fuck into your hand. “Shit I’m sorry it’s um, been a while” he confesses shyly and you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“For me too” you tell him, easing his nerves. “God Frankie, I’m so close”

With that he pulls his hand away from you for only a moment, bringing it to his mouth to wet his fingers with his tongue and then they’re back on your clit, experimenting between rubbing and circling and pressing and even lightly pinching until he finds out exactly what makes you squirm under him and he doubles his efforts, working you faster and faster with the pads of his fingertips until you’re coming hard and fast with his name on your lips as you rock into his hand to chase the pressure of his touch.

“Oh fuck, that’s it” Frankie groans into the hollow of your throat, his fingers sticky and slick with your release. “God you’re so beautiful” he praises, pressing kisses to every inch of flesh he can reach.

His fingers continue to languidly stroke through your folds, easing you down from your high while his own breathing picks up at your continued actions below; practiced strokes of your hand wrapped around him while your thumb occasionally ghosts over his slit, gathering the evidence of his arousal and smearing it all over the thick and sensitive head.

“Fuck, I’m close” he warns, eyes screwed shut in concentration, his forehead now resting against yours. “Fuck!” He curses again and then quickly sits up on his knees, causing your hand to fall away from him and he takes himself in hand to finish himself off, not wanting to make a mess all over you or your pretty dress. Not having much option he yanks his shirt up instead and coats his own stomach with white hot ropes of his release until he’s left heaving and panting on his knees before you, free hand clutched tight on your knee beside him, fingers digging in deep enough you think they’ll leave bruises.

You’ll wear them like a badge of honor.

“Shit,” he breathes and then huffs out a little laugh. His eyes dart around for a moment and then he reaches into the little pocket on the back of the front passengers seat and pulls out a somewhat squished little pack of wet wipes (one of the conveniences of having a small child you presume, always lots of supplies around that adults might not otherwise think of keeping handy) and grabs a couple sheets and wipes up the mess he made of himself before shoving the wipes back into the pocket. You’re staring up at him, tip of your pointer finger between your teeth and a coy grin playing on your lips.

That was by far the absolute hottest make out session you’d ever had. Where has Frankie Morales been all your life, and what had you done to deserve him now?

“Are you still OK? That was… OK?” He asks and it’s sweet how he doesn’t even know how badly he just rocked your whole world.

“Ten out of ten would recommend” you retort teasingly, lifting your foot to push gently at his hip and he rolls his eyes playfully and lands a little swat to your thigh.

“Smartass. Maybe I oughta trade you in for Benny after all” he quips. “Get a lot less lip I bet”

“Hmm, but probably a lot less tongue too” you tease right back and he groans as you yank him down on top of you by his collar once more.

You’re not quite finished with Frankie Morales just yet.

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